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liliannadelaphinehartifelt · 3 months

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Alastor - [TOUCH STARVED]

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Touch Starved Alastor prefers your presence over anyone else’s in the Hotel. His shadows linger by your side if he’s not physically there and when he is it’s quite obvious to everyone how closely the Radio Demon is guarding you.

No one dares to breathe a word about his behavior but the moment he’s out of sight or ear shot Angel will tease you endlessly. “Seems you have Mr. Fancy Creep wrapped round your little finger, toots.” Your face flushes ten shades of red as the spider demon nudges your side while giggling at your flustered reaction. He knows -well everyone knows how you feel about Alastor- but you’ve made it a point to never let the overload onto your attraction to him.

Even if he already is aware of it…

Angel’s teasing doesn’t help your little crush dissolve as you wished it would, so with a huff and a rushed whisper you excuse yourself from the group. “N-no I don’t Angel and…I’m heading to bed. Goodnight…” Angle snickers at your deliberate deflecting, but says nothing else as you waltz up the staircase, barely listening to Charlie yelling “good night” to you, and failing to notice the dark mass of spectrums trailing your every step.

Touch Starved Alastor listens in on those pesky conversations the others have when it comes to you and him. You’re always so skittish and docile under their prying, blushing at the slightest implication of his attention being on you, and to say it intrigues him would be an understatement. Alastor isn’t one to entertain those who show him affection, let alone acknowledge it, but when it comes to you the overload’s mind runs rampant with devious desires. At first he ignores them, content with keeping your connection to him cordial, and that works for a time.

It doesn’t last forever though.

Especially when you unconsciously tend to him so reverently. You’re a people pleaser by nature -he’s sure of that- but the immediate stars in your eyes whenever he instructs you to do something strikes just the right nerve for him.

It’s always the simplest things, tedious tasks he burdens you with just to see your eagerness to please him on repeat, “My dear, would you be so kind as to hand me that book over there?” Your head lifts, hopeful eyes staring at him as you nod with a genuine smile, “Of course!” You chirp, walking right over to the bookshelf without question to acquire the item, and Alastor watches your every move.

The flutter of your lashes as you pinpoint the object, how you stand on your tip toes to reach it, and the gentle sway of your hair as you finally grasp the book. You’re so sweet, so gentle with everything, and Alastor spends hours trying to stop himself from thinking about your tender embrace being spared his way.

Touch Starved Alastor starts to lock himself in his room or radio tower more often than usual when he can’t seem to keep his distance. His shadows still lord over you but are never seen which makes it that much easier for him to watch you from afar.

His sudden disappearance and lack of socializing affects you heavily. You don’t smile as much and when you do the light in your eyes wanes. You’re still kind to everyone, but choose to sit alone during group activities, or wander the halls humming to avoid them all together.

Alastor takes notice of every frown adorning your face when someone mentions him or inquires as to where he is and for a split second guilt creeps its way into him seeing your energetic mood dwindle at his hands.

He can’t let this go on forever, not when you look so betrayed at the sound of his name, and mindlessly wander towards his empty room every night as if to check on him just to leave in fear of embarrassment.

Enough is enough.

Touch Starved Alastor finds you alone on a rare stormy night in Hell, an old book opened up to your curious eyes as you lay flat on your front across the parlor’s couch. He watches you from the shadows for a long while, studying the slight scrunch of your nose as your gaze happens open a certain line of text, and the way you gently kick your feet as your chin rests on the back of your hands.

He’s seen and met a mass amount of beings in his time in hell and not one has ever emitted anything close to your ethereal beauty. You swear you’re not a fallen angel to anyone who asks and it baffles him how a soul so light could end up here.

Unruly luck….maybe?

Fate, possibly?

He’ll figure it out one way or another.

“Hello, my dear, late night reading I see…” Alastors voice grasps your attention immediately, his usual staticky tone leaning towards normality as you peer up at him with a growing smile. “Yes…I couldn’t sleep,” you respond quietly, relatively shy around the overload, and trying hard not to seem overexcited to see him. You missed Alastor dearly the past few days but it would be embarrassing to show that longing outright….

The deer demon picked up on your excitement right away despite your attempts at casualness, his smile softening as you held his stare and bit your lip. Delicate fanged canines poking out just enough to prick your lower lip.

How adorable, Alastor inwardly muses at your nervous habit and continues with his light hearted interrogation. “Hm, I suppose a restless night can have that effect. ..Would you mind if I joined you then, darling?”

Touch Starved Alastor is elated when you nod gently, shifting to sit up properly, and give him a space beside you. “Of course Alastor…it gets lonely staying up by yourself. I’d appreciate the company.” Your sweet tone dazes him for a moment as he sits next to you, unconsciously disregarding his aversion to interpersonal space…

Odd…

He never situates himself this close to you, always looming, but never actively seeking your side. It’s strange to you at first but as he visibly relaxes you don’t mind the deliberate position he’s taken.

He could very well be tired or you might be hallucinating that he was putting an arm around your shoulders.

Either option didn’t ease the rapid pace of your heartbeat..

Alastor was careful with you, incredibly gentle as he pulled you to his side, and rested his chin on the top of your head. “Such a sweetheart you are, my dear.” He speaks quietly, oddly calm as you hum in agreement, your soft ears flattening as you breathe in his scent.

A smidge of brimstone mixed with the aroma bourbon and pine.

He smelled just like a lovely forest, a secure scent you wouldn’t mind getting used to, and tried to commit it to memory just in case Alastor never let you get this close to him again.

Touch Starved Alastor chuckles lowly when you breathe him in, finding your feline tendencies endearing, and listening to your soft purring become a vocal indicator of how comfortable you felt with him. You’d long forgotten the book, nuzzling your head under Alastor’s chin instead, getting lost in your innocent desire to be under him, and he makes no move to stop you.

If anything the radio demon welcomes your touch, sliding you onto his lap with ease, and that never ending smile of his becoming genuine when you absentmindedly compliment him. “…You smell…sweet,” you hum, speaking more to yourself than him, but he hears you and responds promptly. “Is that so, darling?”

You nod, head lifting to stare up at him through your lashes, “Mhm…I missed it..I…” you pause, face flushing red as the deer demon peers back at you, red eyes glinting with dormant affection as he studies your expressions.

“Come now, use your words dear…” he reassures you his patience isn’t waning with a gentle hum.

Alastor is tempted to watch your plush lips move as you struggle to speak up but it’s hard to resist when you finally whisper a confession -one you think he’ll be off put by…

“W-well I missed you entirely Alastor… a lot actually.” And there you go again, eyes wide with apprehensive hope, and ever present adoration. He’d felt his fair share of adrenaline rushes, experienced the “blood rushing to your head” urges that sinners and demons alike couldn’t resist, and though Alastor prided himself in remaining in control of such things…

You brought them out of him without even trying.

Ridiculous, truly…but the longer you fawned over him the less cordiality Alastor maintained.

Touch Starved Alastor lets his smile soften, deeply appreciating your timid vulnerability, and much to your relief he lets you know it. “Missed me? Well, I must have quite the effect on you to instill such a sentiment,” His tone is abundantly softer than usual, quietly echoing in the hotels parlor, and tickling the nerves in your ears.

They perk up along with your tail as he rests his hands on your waist, pulling you impossibly close until the only proper place you can latch your hands onto is the back of the carved mahogany frame of the couch. “Al…” you sigh softly, eyes fluttering shut as his grip on you tightens a tad in response.

When had he gotten so touchy? Better yet, why?

All logical questions that you were asking yourself weren’t granted answers as the overlord inhaled heavily. Breathing you in just as you’d done to him moments ago.

Your unsteady pulse, rising lust, slight confusion, and underlying fear of him coursing through your veins in waves. Alastor identified each emotion, practically tasting them on his tongue, and his hunger rose again from it.

He could just eat you alive at this rate and from the whine you let out as he trailed his hands down to your thighs, claws ripping right through the sheer white thigh high socks you’d paired with a modestly short nightgown made it abundantly clear to him you wouldn’t mind if he did.

How sweet you’d taste?

How the shaky whines you were letting out now could turn to bashful screams?

How sickeningly perfect you’d look broken, bloody, and marked by him and him alone?

He’d wondered about these things constantly…feverishly…

Touch Starved Alastor lets his mirage of being a “true gentleman” dissipate entirely when you subconsciously roll your hips down on him for much needed friction -and in an attempt to dissolve the pain his scratches on your skin brought.

Fuck. This. Alastor curses himself, swiftly repositioning you both in a blink of an eye. Your back hits the velvet cushions with a gentle ‘thud’, earning a soft gasp on your part that’s inevitably silenced by one of his shadows wrapping around your mouth, and another gingerly snaking round your waist. He chuckles as you squirm underneath him, clearly wanting to be in control of your own body, but what would you ever need that autonomy for?

He’s here for a reason, right?

Why grant you more agency than required?

“Comfortable, my dear?” The leering stag above you chides, grin wide as you groan in frustration, eyes sliding shut as he slips between your parted legs. His red irises show brighter as your lower halves press flush against each other and you shudder from the contact -inwardly congratulating yourself for not wearing much underneath your nightdress to begin with.

Alastor allowed your hands to reach for him, your delicate claws gripping his suit collar as firmly as possible, tugging him lower as you shifted under his weight to grind against him. “Patience is a virtue, sweetheart,” he half reprimands half teases as your bare slit passes over the crotch of his black dress pants. There was no doubt your slick was leaving a stain and if it were anyone else -in any other situation- Alastor would’ve had their head for ruining his attire.

Luckily, you were to receive anything but his wrath.

How fortunate…

Touch Starved Alastor feels himself going mad when you mindlessly use any part of him you can reach as a bid for more pleasure. Eyes watering, begging him to touch you, help you, and it’s one hell of a sight to see in his opinion. “Desperate aren’t we, darling?” His cooing drives you insane, large hands wandering under your nightgown to trace your warm skin -not helping your dazed state at all.

Alastor purposefully claws at your body, placing surface level scars on it, letting the small droplets of blood that escape his cuts paint your skin and his fingertips. You struggle every soften, train of thought lagging as pain and pleasure start to intertwine.

“….please don’t stop..”

“What a sick & twisted little thing you are..”

Tears run down your face, drool dripping from the corner of your lips, and your cunt leaking all over him and sofa. Blood starts to seep through your nightdress in random streaks and it’s only then that Alastor decide it’s redundant to keep it on you. “Let’s get rid of this, shall we?” That’s all the warning you get from the radio demon before you feel his claws shred it to pieces.

Thank heavens you hadn’t chosen your favorite one tonight or you’d be devastated…

“Much, much better, ma chère,” Alastor praises you as if the task was at your own hands -and to some degree it was for letting him get this far- and yet your face flushes a deep shade of red as you nod in agreement.

The shadowy tentacle covering your mouth tightens its grip, shifting sharply to expose your neck to him, and Alastor seizes the opening immediately. Taking his time finding your sensitive spots, marking them with his teeth and tongue until there’s dark bruises left behind, and you nearly came undone from the relentless precision of love bites he inflicts on you.

Touch Starved Alastor allows your hands wander wherever they please, quite taken with the feeling of your dainty claws raking down his back, or shifting up to pet his ears. They flicker about at your touch, ever so sensitive, and heightening the pleasure he gets from torturing you. Every sound you make, the shuddering moans against his lips, and the muffled cries that build in your chest when Alastor toys with you muddles his focus further.

Bit by bit you’re chipping away at his sanity by simply enjoying his caress and offering him yours.

Alastor isn’t one to succumb to pleading easily but when you’re given the chance to use your voice and beg for release without a second thought….he hasn’t got the gall to deny you.

Not when you’re looking up at him like you might die if he denies you, so worked up that you stutter, and shake uncontrollably.

“N-need to….p-please let me…come,” you whine as quietly as possible, ears laying flat on your head as he hums melodically in false consideration for your plight.

It’s fueling his already massive ego that you’re poised to come undone when he’s barely done a thing to you and he has half the mind to pull away and watch you fall to pieces…

You’d surely give him a show then, pouting helplessly, or cowering from embarrassment realizing how much of a mess you’ve made of yourself for him.

It’d be pure entertainment.

However, why waste a prime opportunity to see you utterly satisfied by him?

By his mere presence even.

The deer demon refuses to pass up such a rare occurrence, flipping your position again so your smaller frame sits atop his larger one. “F-fuck..” you hiss as you settle on top of him, eyes rolling to the back of your head when he guides your hips to keep riding him at a rough but languid pace. Alastor observes you above him for a long moment, smile widening when your hair falls in front of your bright eyes, and your hands splay across his chest to keep yourself steadily upright.

The scratches he’s left on you are still fresh, mixing with the tears that flow down your face, and your arousal pitifully dribbling down your inner thighs as well.

Exactly how he pictured you time and time again.

“You may,” he finally exhales, static completely gone from his voice, and hearing it elicits a newfound spark of heat in your core. Your legs shake involuntarily, hips stuttering in tight circles over his clothed erection as you chased your high. Alastor watches you intently, tonguing his cheek to keep from groaning, and his body running hotter than usual as your cunt drags against him.

Touch Starved Alastor can’t fathom how a soul as tender as yours can dwindle to filth in the midst of cumming. Head lulling at an angle while your back arches just right to define your silhouette in the dark room.

The coil in your stomach snaps faster than you can gauge a reaction. A scream threatening to leap from your chest as it washed over you, but his shadows return, clasping tight enough to muffle it. “Easy, my dear…you wouldn’t want to disturb the others, hm?” Alastor bucks his hips upward to make his point clear and you visibly jolt from the overstimulation he causes.

It was clear he needed his end met too and that brought a grin to your face as his shadows receded from your lips when you quieted down. “No…” you sigh, inching a hand lower to trace over the rise in his pants. Alastor stiffens under your touch, nearly snarling when you palm him slowly, eyes never leaving his as you do. Tempting and sweet as always, “Careful, Mon Cher,” he warns, voice thick with allure.

He’d only come to seek a warm body to torment, assuming he’d take care of his own needs later, but you -the ever so caring sinner you were- seemed intent to shoulder the task now.

You licked your lips, tongue grazing your fangs as your peered down at him defiantly with a warm smile, “M’ not one of your little puppets…” Alastor raised a brow at that, noting the mischievous glint in your eyes as you leaned forward, “….and I never will be.” You finish your statement, smiling wider before lowering yourself down his body. He lets you do as you please, stuck between observing, and enjoying the attention you give him.

It’s very rare to see the overload so willing to be tested, but you made your stance clear with a singular lick up his clothed length with the softest smile on your lips. “Fuck…” he groans then, static nonexistent again as you playfully repeated the action until he became agitated enough to fist a handful of your hair and drag you back up to face him.

“It’s not very polite to tease, sweetheart.”

You smirk and reach for his belt, skillfully undoing it without breaking eye contact, feigning humility through half lidded eyes“Then would you be so kind as to correct my manners then?”

“It’d be my pleasure, darling,”

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My head was all over the place with this one ❤️ I need some sleep…

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shadebloopnik · 1 month

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Unrequited/One-sided Radioapple but it isn't treated like an angsty end of the world thing.

Imagine they slowly get closer after all the banters, and eventually becoming close friends. Lucifer ends up catching feelings for him, and after a long while, decides to confess and ask Alastor if he felt the same.

Alastor admittedly does not feel the same.

He's getting uncomfortable, struggling to keep his composure because he's DONE this before. He KNOWS how this ends. He remembers Vox and all his insistent declarations of affection and desperate pleas for Alastor to reciprocate; the possessive entitlement. He remembers how all those sickly sweet words morphed into something venomous when he didn't give the lowlife what he wanted. He remembers the anger, the ridiculous notion that it was Alastor's fault why he was so mad, that Alastor led him on and that he obviously deserved something in payment for it all-

So yes, Alastor knows how this ends.

It doesn't mean he isn't disappointed though, because he actually LIKES Lucifer, far more than he ever did Vox. Perhaps not in the way the king might have wanted, but he did. He treasured their little talks, their drinking sessions, their shared love for their instruments, Lucifers singing, their little duets, the banter, the playful jabs, the sparring.

He'd even slowly grown accustomed to the other's touches, not feeling the same surge of disgust and discomfort whenever the shorter man would grab at his arm in excitement, forgetting his usual thoughtfulness of Alastor's touch aversion for the short moment of whatever distracted him. Alastor even enjoyed it at times, relaxing at the feel of soft feathers beneath his claws, or the sensation of gentle scratches against his ears.

Difficult as it was to admit, Alastor had grown to care for the angel, the same way he had for Rosie orv Mimzy.

But no matter how fond Alastor was of Lucifer, it didn't change the fact that he didn't feel the same way romantically, or even sexually. No way in the 7 rings of Hell was he going to lie to Lucifer about either, not going to even entertain the idea of pretending he reciprocated for Lucifer's sake. He respected his friend too much for that.

So a clear, direct rejection it is. It was a shame, but nothing could be done. He said his piece concisely, and waited, shoulders set, back straight, smile and eyes a careful blank canvas as he prepared for the inevitable.

Lucifer nodded, a normal soft smile still in place, "Thank you for your answer, it means a lot."

Which......what? Alastor expected an outburst, or at the very least sharp words.

What he did NOT expect was....acceptance? And not just that but, a happy one? Contentment?????

"You're....alright with that?", he had to ask, he had to. Lucifer was clearly just very good at masking his upset.

But the damn angel just smiled?? And it didn't even look fake, just as bright and soft as his normal smiles, albeit a little confused?? Lucifer smiled at him, his brows furrowing in a bit of confused disbelief, as though Alastor is being the weird one here.

"Uhh, yeah??? Why wouldn't I be??? Yeah I may have some feelings for you but its not like you're obligated to feel the same. Above anything else, we're friends first and foremost and i'm alright with that..."

Then he seemed to have reached his own little conclusion as his words trailed off, because suddenly Lucifer's eyes widened in realization of something, and his words picking up with a sense of panicked urgency.

Alastor would really like to know what Lucifer's supposed realization was about himself because he had absolutely no clue.

"I mean, we ARE still friends right?? I don't- I- I hope this doesn't like- change your opinion of me. You're not- oh gosh I'm not making you uncomfortable am I? I- I won't mention it! You can even forget this whole confession ever happened! We can just go on as before! I don't feel any different or would act any different! Honest! I mean, I don't regret confessing because you deserve to know and I'm not ashamed of my feelings, but I don't want you to be uncomfortable! It doesn't change the way i'll treat you! Or change any aspect of our relationship! I don't even think I like you more as a lover than as a friend! I really, really do love our friendship, it matters more to me than any thoughts of being in a romantic relationship with you! So please just forget it all-"

Alastor let the word vomit wash over him, every word leaving him more confused by the minute.

Because yes, there's the desperation he expected, but...it was more about, convincing Alastor to remain friends?? Reassuring Alastor that nothing has to change?? That their friendship is the most important thing here??

(If anyone asks, no Alastor's heart didn't swell. Only lesser beings would have had the urge to cry, and Alastor is anything but.)

Lucifer is unknowingly reassuring Alastor of every single one of his insecurities about the situation. Because Alastor DID want to remain friends, he cared too much about the man to let it go so easily. It was rare to find people who treasure friendships above romantic relationships.

"I don't tend to forget easily, nor will I forget this one in particular.", he spoke, finally finding his voice. At Lucifer's defeated, pained expression( is their friendship really that important to him?), he continued. "But....yes. I'd like that.. To remain...friends."

He didn't often say the word out loud, being comfortable enough with each other that it need not be reassured with the label. But with Lucifer brightening up like his namesake, relief and happiness palpable, Alastor felt no qualms at declaring their friendship out loud.

So life went on as usual. True to his word, Lucifer remained basically the same. The following weeks were a bit stilted for Alastor, as he put some rather painful distance between him and the angel; limiting their interactions, their usual touches.

Anytime now, Lucifer would break and show his true colors, Alastor would think, waiting for the boot to drop. Lucifer would end up angry, and dissatisfied, and that was that.

But it never happened. Lucifer never expressed discomfort when Alastor avoided him, seeming to be understanding of the others need for space. He was just as affectionate as before, though initially a bit held back, as though gauging Alastor's comfort.

Months would pass, and the king never faltered. Their friendship remained strong, if not growing ever closer than before. Alastor found himself even growing more comfortable with the man. Affectionate touches were becoming common, hugs and head pats and cuddles being a welcome thing, with the reassurance that the shorter king would never disrespect his boundaries.

Lucifer seemed genuinely happy about it, despite being clearly told that none of Alastor's actions hinted at anything romantic. In fact, he seemed ecstatic that Alastor was getting more affectionate towards him as a friend. The embarrassment the radio demon felt at having Lucifer basically tear up (no really, he was crying so hard, full on drama sobbing) with joy in front of him was intertwined with the sheer incredulous fondness he felt for the man at that moment.

They were sitting at a couch one night, more than a year passing since that confession. Lucifer was leaning back, resting against the cushions, while Alastor had his head on the smaller one's shoulder, nuzzling at the crook of his neck, legs tucked close to his body. Both had a book in hand, two nearly empty cups of tea on the table in front of them. Every so often, Lucifer would flex his fingers that rested on Alastor's head, running a digit against the other's ear, often prompting the demon to lean into the touch. White wings enveloped the two, blanketing them against the chill of the night.

As Alastor turned the page of his own book, relaxing into the touch of his dearest friend, he wondered how he ever got so lucky in hell.

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mousy-nona · 2 months

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If you're still accepting prompts: Lucifer and Alastor are getting closer and closer, and Lucifer makes it clear he's interested in Alastor sexually. Alastor's uninterested in sex with anyone, but goes along with it because he thinks that's what he's supposed to do in a relationship. Lucifer stops when he realizes Alastor's dissociating through the whole thing.

They fell together like a storm. Furiously, without regard for those who might be caught in it. It started with a few raindrops – a few petty insults here and there, nothing too serious. But before they knew it, they had graduated to psy-ops (oh dear, your favorite duck is gone? You must learn to take better care of your things!), campaigns of terror that sent the residents of the hotel fleeing for cover, and full-on fist fights.

And finally, during one of those fights, they found the eye of the storm: an accidental brush of the lips. So quick, so innocent. Easy to brush off as if nothing had happened.

But Lucifer found his heart was beating so fast it felt like a buzzing in his ears, and he knew he had found the truth of it. The reason why Alastor’s presence was like a perpetual itch he couldn’t scratch. Why he couldn’t take his eyes off of the demon whenever he was in the room.

So he kissed him again (furiously) and Alastor had kissed him back (tentatively).

Things didn’t change much after that. But Lucifer found himself making excuses to touch him, his fingers trailing a second or two longer on his chest when he grabbed his shirt during a fight, or lingering at his back when he pushed him out of the way. There were more of those sweeter moments too – cups of coffee shared in silence as they watched the morning sun rise over Pentagram City, reading together in front of the fire when everyone else had gone to bed, Alastor making biting (but helpful) comments as Lucifer glanced over the agenda for the annual Hell Assembly. Lucifer started moving some of the stuff from his workshop to Alastor’s studio, and when Alastor worked on his script for his next radio show, Lucifer would tinker with his experiments. And Alastor only got a little mad when he accidentally set the curtains on fire.

They fell together so naturally that Lucifer didn’t even realize he had fallen in love until he found himself making Alastor a cup of coffee just the way Alastor liked it – black as sin, with cinammon sprinkled in – and he turned around to find Alastor had made him a cup just the way Lucifer liked it – a healthy splash of milk with five sugars. It was automatic, a thoughtless habit born of a hundred mornings where they’d done the exact same thing.

“What?” Alastor asked.

“I’d like to keep you forever.”

“What?” Alastor repeated.

“I love you, you idiot.”

Alastor didn’t say it back for several weeks. Lucifer tried not to let it affect him, because love was freely given and Alastor didn’t have any obligation to love him the same, but Lord in Heaven it hurt. Were the rumors true? Was he really heartless?

Then one night, when Lucifer was bent over a particularly difficult blueprint, he found the room had gone eerily silent. He glanced over at Alastor, who, instead of studying the current events in Hell for his latest broadcast, was staring at him with an intensity that made him nervous.

“What do you want?”

Alastor melted into the shadows, and reappeared inches away.

“Alastor, what in the world–”

“Hush.” Alastor pressed the very edge of his claw against his mouth. “That’s quite enough out of you. I’m trying to concentrate.”

On what? Lucifer thought.

Suddenly, Alastor leaned forward, and their lips met. It was just as delicious as the last time, and Lucifer felt himself melting into the kiss. Then Alastor’s tongue prodded against his lips, asking for entrance. Lucifer gave it, letting out an embarrassing moan as the taste of smoke and freshly roasted coffee and the barest hint of spice invaded his mind. He pushed forward, toppling them both onto the ground as his hand brushed against the hem of Alastor’s shirt.

And Alastor, for his part, did…nothing. He didn’t touch him back, but he didn’t push him away either. Lucifer took that as a win and brushed his fingers across the bare, smooth skin of Alastor’s stomach.

Alastor stiffened, his muscles locking in place. Lucifer glanced up, breaking their kiss. “Is everything okay?” He asked gently.

Alastor’s expression was as unfathomable as the deep, but he nodded. “I thought I told you not to talk.”

Lucifer frowned. “Are you sure–”

Alastor leapt forward, their mouths crashing into each other again. “Don’t. Talk.” He hissed in between desperate, ragged breaths. Lucifer groaned and resumed his exploration, running his hands up and down the hard planes of Alastor’s chest, his broad shoulders, his thin waist, his hard hips – so different from Lilith’s voluptuous curves, but different was good. His pulse fluttered like a bird’s as he reached for Alastor’s belt and started tugging.

“Alastor,” he moaned, arching up to see if Alastor was feeling as good as he was – and abruptly stopped moving.

Alastor looked…empty. Far away. His eyes were like glass marbles, staring past and through Lucifer into the quiet darkness beyond.

Lucifer hissed and jerked away. Alastor stirred, as if rousing himself from a deep sleep. “What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong?” Lucifer nearly snarled. “If you hated it, you should have told me! You didn’t need to put yourself through this!” A bitter taste filled his mouth. His hands felt dirty somehow, and he held them behind his back, as if that would somehow make them both forget what had just happened.

“I don’t hate it,” Alastor insisted.

“Liar, liar, pants on fire.”

“It wasn’t terrible,” he amended.

“Fantastic,” Lucifer groaned. “I’m just going to – I’ll just see myself out, shall I?” He tried to escape to the safety of his room, but Alastor’s hand wrapped around his wrist, holding him tightly in place.

“But this is what people do, isn’t it?” He huffed, his strange red eyes gleaming with an emotion that Lucifer had never seen on him before. “When you–” He broke off, as if he couldn’t quite make himself say it. “When they’re like us,” he finally finished.

“Like us?” Understanding hit him like a lightning strike. “Oh. Alastor, did you do all this because I told you I loved you?”

“And I…feel similarly for you,” he choked out, looking like he was contemplating jumping out the window while he said it. “And people who feel this way –”

“Alastor, this is you and me.” Gently, so as not to scare him away, Lucifer held his hand and pressed it to his heart. “When have we ever done things the way other people do? That’s the beauty of relationships – we can write our own rules, and to hell with what other people might think. Besides, we’re not exactly the conventional couple. I think I hate you almost as much as I love you. And now I know you love me too. You put your own comfort aside to try and make us work.” He swallowed, running his finger along Alastor’s sharp jawline. A love he hadn’t known since the Fall filled his spirit, and the room lit up with a gentle golden glow. “Thank you.”

The relief emanating from Alastor was nearly palpable. He swallowed, then wrapped his hand around Lucifer’s. “One small correction.”

“What’s that?”

“I think I hate you more than I love you.”

Lucifer rolled his eyes. “Of course you do. Tacky prick."

"It takes one to know one."

#hazbin hotel #qpr #radioapple #duckiedeer #hazbin hotel lucifer #alastor #alastor x lucifer #appleradio #probably one of the only times i will write alastor openly admitting he loves someone #ROMANTICALLY speaking #couldn't do the prompt without it but idk if that would ever happen

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turtleofthehollow · 2 months

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Guys, listen

Radioapple in marriage counseling, but it’s for rivals

Just like marriage counseling helps you strengthen your marriage, rival counseling helps you strengthen your rivalry

They go to counseling because they accidentally developed positive feelings for each other (not necessarily romantic), and they want to try to preserve their rivalry

Lucifer, talking to the counselor: It was the weirdest thing. He walked into the room, and I smiled. Smiled! At him! *points at Alastor with disgust*

#Can some please write fanfic of this #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel lucifer #radioapple #duckiedeer #queer platonic radioapple #queer platonic duckiedeer #rival ships #alastor #lucifer #alastor the radio demon #lucifer morningstar #the radio demon #lucifer magne #hazbin hotel fic prompts #hazbin hotel fic ideas

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hazbinfallinginaspiral · 8 days

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Sickfic Vox Ideas

And prompts, I guess.

Vox gets sick- well, the closest thing to it he can be, considering he’s part machine. He’s got a fever so his system is running hot, his body is sore, and he feels sort of sluggish. Most of the effects could be seen on his face. His screen flickers sometimes and is often buffering or loading. There might be small lapses of memory as his sickness progresses and his fever gets worse, due to corrupted files and loss of important data in his system. It’s backed up so he’ll be fine. He might have a few small crashes, displaying a blue screen. Caretaker handles Vox during this time, despite Voxs protests. Vox is a bit stubborn, not wanting to accept help, but becomes a bit clingy and more sweet than normal when he accepts being cared for.

-Pale skin, sweating (static), unfocused eyes

-flushed cheeks (screen), slight glitching

-Lying down/sitting with eyes open, everything blurry, just thinking because he can’t do anything else.

-Being dazed, disoreinted, confused, stressed or afraid.

-From nightmares/fever dreams

-system crash, making him frustrated

-temporary lapse of memory

-Garbled words and incoherent noises

-Shivering, feeling unbearably cold despite his high body temperature

-heat pouring off him in waves that can be felt just from being near him

-hypersensitive to touch, especially when its unexpected. Could startle him or hurt.

-Stumbling around, moving sluggishly

-losing his train of thought, trailing off midsentence

-Constantly clinging to caretaker because everything hurts, he’s miserable, and he doesn't know what to do with himself.

-having to convince/coerce him into take his meds

-Whining, curled up in bed, not wanting to move and swaddled in blankets.

-Him wandering around sometimes and making a bed for himself in whatever the warmest room in the house happens to be. (Cat behavior tbh)

-whispering sweet nothings as he falls asleep/as you cuddle because he can’t sleep (or he just had a nightmare) and is uneasy

-placing a hand on his forehead to check his temperature only to remember that doesn’t work because it’s a TV (then touching his arm or shoulder or something instead)

-extra pillows, blankets, water and a bucket at the ready

-cooking his favorite soup (or comfort food)

-finding something to distract him from pain (ex: movies, games, music, etc)

-convincing him that the medicine’s taste isn’t that bad

-KISSES AND LULLABIES AND COMFORT

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Prompts

1. Vox's Screen Flickers: As Vox's fever worsens, his digital display starts to flicker more frequently, causing him frustration. Caretaker (could be reader, Lucifer, Alastor, whoever floats your boat) intervenes by adjusting the lighting in the room and finding a workaround to stabilize Vox's screen, earning a grateful smile from the usually composed demon.

2. Memory Lapses: Vox experiences occasional memory lapses due to corrupted files in his system. Caretaker helps him navigate these moments by providing gentle reminders and filling in the blanks, leading to some humorous exchanges as Vox tries to piece together his thoughts.

3. Blue Screen Crashes: During one particularly severe crash, Vox's screen displays the dreaded blue screen of death. Caretaker panics momentarily before realizing it's just a system error. They manage to reboot Vox's system and get him back up and running, with Vox expressing both annoyance and gratitude for their quick thinking.

4. Cuddling for Comfort: Despite his initial resistance, Vox eventually gives in to caretakers insistence on cuddling for comfort. They share a tender moment as caretaker wraps their arms around Vox, offering him warmth and reassurance as he battles his illness.

5. Care Package: Caretaker surprises Vox with a care package filled with remedies (for his physical symptoms and technological problems) and soothing programs to help alleviate his symptoms. Vox is touched by the gesture and allows caretaker to administer the treatments, grateful for their thoughtfulness.

6. Vox's Vulnerability: As Vox's fever peaks, he becomes increasingly vulnerable, shedding his usual stoic facade in favor of expressing his true feelings. Caretaker witnesses a softer side of Vox as he opens up about his fears and insecurities, forging a deeper bond between them.

7. Late Night Conversations: Unable to sleep due to his discomfort, Vox engages caretaker in late-night conversations about life, love, and the complexities of being a demon in Hell. Caretaker listens intently, cherishing the opportunity to connect with Vox on a deeper level despite how tired and groggy they are.

8. Comic Relief: Despite his illness, Vox's signature wit and sarcasm remain intact, providing moments of comic relief amidst the seriousness of the situation. Caretaker finds themselves laughing at Vox's quips, grateful for his ability to lighten the mood even in the darkest of times.

9. Slow Recovery: As Vox's fever begins to break and his systems stabilize, caretaker continues to provide unwavering support and care. They celebrate small victories together, rejoicing in Vox's gradual recovery and the return of his usual health and power.

10. Gratitude and Affection: In a quiet moment of respite, Vox expresses his gratitude to his caretaker for their steadfast companionship and unwavering devotion. He admits that he couldn't have made it through his illness without them.

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jyoongim · 17 days

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Jyoongim’s Horny Game

Hi everyone! I’m Jyoongim and WELCOME TO THE SHOW✨

GUYS 2K plus????? IM GONNA CRY!!!!

In response I would like to show my appreciation to all my followers for showing love and support my blog and writings by letting y’all run wild!

I saw @okay-babe do something like this and I thought it would be fun and give it a spin hehe!

✨INFORMATION✨

This is mainly for Alastor x reader requests but any HH character is welcomed (not Valentino he can choke or Husker just because I think of him as a tired uncle lol)

THERE WILL BE NO WORD COUNT - I am lazy sorry guys ;(

There is NO limit on how many times you play!!!

HERES MY MASTERLIST/TAGLIST comment here for future work postings📻❤️

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Here’s how to play!

SPIN THE WHEEL! This color coded wheel will decide the category of your prompt. (Color system is below as well to help)

2.) Select a prompt. SPIN THIS WHEEL! There are 4 prompt lists I have provided to pick from! Feel free to use the prompt list for inspiration MIX AND MATCH prompts if you like.

⚠️limit to mix/match is 2 per request⚠️

➡️Prompt #1

➡️Prompt #2

➡️Prompt #3

➡️Prompt #4

3.) Send in your request per inbox as usual. You can be anon or make yourself be known (your decision).

❗️use correct color when sending request❗️

▶️ I HAVE A COLOR SYSTEM TO HELP US WITH EXAMPLES⤵️

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Below is the color system and what it includes:

🟢: Fluff-sweet,cute, makes you cringe

cuddles, hand-holding, hugs, domestic, kisses, hugs, appreciation, romance, lovey-dovey shit

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🟡: Saucey-fluff but you felt something

Obvious feelings, mutual pining, admission of feelings, keep it cute

‘example: their hands brushed and they quickly pulled away blushing’

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🟠: Flavor-you tease!

teasing, tension, banter, flirting, stealing glances

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🔴: Mild-its getting hot!

Sexual tension! high emotions, realization of feelings

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💥: Mild Spicy-oh you like that?

Plot! smut! Introduction of kinks!

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🟣: Spicy-give it to me good!

Usual smut with plot *sprinkle sprinkle*

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🔵 : Extra Spicy- what did i just read?

smut and no plot

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⚫️: Uncharted-you need a therapist & God babe

Every single morally gray scenario & kink possible.

THE SKY IS THE LIMIT!!

(Kinks however ARE limited by writer’s discretion)

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I look forward to see what you guys requests and thank you again for all the love! Xoxo 😘

MASTER/TAG LIST IS LINKED!!!

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hype-blue-fixation · 2 months

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Hard tickles are one thing, but imagine soft tickles too.

Like...I'm seeing Alastor and Rosie snuggling up next to each other while watching an old movie or listening to a radio murder drama. And she gently rolls up the sleeve of his night gown, and spiders her long nails over the palm of his hand and the underside of his forearm. It feels really relaxing, but also just feels good. After a moment, he bites his lip and snuggles his face into her neck. And if she focuses on a really tickly spot, she can feel him sigh on her neck or maybe even whine a little bit.

And she's like "Do you want me to stop?" And he bashfully gives her his other arm without saying anything. Like hhhhh soft ❤️

#ler!rosie #lee!alastor #soft tickles #sfw tickles #prompt #my writing #radiorose

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allastoredeer · 2 months

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I love how down bad, pathetic Vox is in your "Just Kiss Already" series. Especially since the finale, I can't help but see how much this man is trying to convince himself that he hates Alastor and that even if he did have him at his mercy in *that* way, he'd be the one in control. Like, my tv brother, you would Kill to have him lightly tilt your screen up with his microphone and fall jelly-legged over after he left and you Know it!

I love me a pathetic, pinning, sad little box TV man. One-Sided RadioStatic is so much fun. Vox is SO down bad, it'd be ridiculous if it wasn't the greatest thing ever.

Alastor is his nemesis, and he's the only one who gets to have homo-erotic tension with him.

Vox out here getting ready to fight Lucifer for Alastor's rivalry attention and Velvette & Vox are forced to hold him back because you can't fistfight the kind of Hell get a hold of yourself goddammit.

"Like, my tv brother, you would Kill to have him lightly tilt your screen up with his microphone and fall jelly-legged over after he left and you Know it!" - I think Vox would just die his second death right there. He'd just...fall over. He's on the ground. He's deceased.

Turns out, that's all Alastor needed to do to get rid of the silly, pesky picture-box man.

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stormikitty · 1 month

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I have a Hazbin Hotel crack fanfic idea that's been going through my head all day and it won't leave me alone, so I'm sharing it here if anyone wants to write it:

Emily and Molly are dating. Alastor's mom is dating Molly's and Angel's grandmother or something (saw a fic that briefly mentioned Angel being close with his grandma and not being sure if she was in heaven or hell. My mind is weird and this is where it went when I imagined her being in heaven.) And they run a restaurant together (maybe Molly sings for their customers sometimes?). Now what if Charlie introduces Emily to her friends at the hotel either through a groupchat or Emily falling from Heaven? What if she has heard about Alastor through his mom and almost immediately figures out who he is? What if she decides to see if anyone knows Molly's twin brother who never made it to heaven only to find out that Angel Dust is the Anthony she's heard so much about?

Like I said it's a crackfic idea and I have no clue where the fuck it came from. This is absolutely insane but it would be kinda funny if only because of the way the characters would probably react to realizing what's going on lol

#hazbin hotel #molly x emily #do they have a ship name?#i've seen a fic or 2 with them dating #molly hazbin hotel #angel dust #angel dust hazbin hotel #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor #alastor's mom #writing prompt #hazbin hotel writing prompt #crack fic #crack fic idea #emily hazbin hotel

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vague-fanfic-ideas · 3 months

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What if...

Alastor and Lucifer tried to secretly out dad each other for a whole week (or maybe even longer...), as if it was a competition of who gets to keep Charlie as their daughter.

In the meantime, Charlie is just happy to have two dads.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel charlie #writing inspiration #writing prompt

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selineram3421 · 1 year

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HC 12 where Alastor got into a fight with Vox, who managed to get wires around his throat and microphone, breaking his ways to talk. Reader finds out and helps make sure he isn't bored while recovering? (Plus some assurances about not being weak despite the temporary loss)

Ok, I hope you don't mind me using this as the next part of the Dream demon reader stories. Nightmare

HC 12: "Can you talk?"

Radio Silence

Platonic: Alastor & Reader Oneshot

Wanring! ⚠

⚠ blood, descriptive injuries, cussing, Jeffery Dahmer mention ⚠

"Good evening! I'm Katie Killjoy.", a blonde skinny demon introduces herself as soon as the cameras start rolling, now on air.

"And I'm Tom Trench!", a smaller demon with a gas mask says. "A brawl between two overlords has occurred at the T.V. studio. The Radio Demon Alastor and one of the Three V's, Vox!"

Pictures appear on the screen of the mentioned demons. A glitched out picture of Alastor and a clear high definition one for Vox.

Katie's smile widens. "That's right! These two overlords have had it out for each other since their first meeting! Getting into multiple battles!", she says and grabs her cup of coffee.

Tom flinches as the cup moves. "Haha!", he laughs nervously and pulls on the collar of his shirt. "They've been fighting for over a few hours now. Tearing up the streets and causing chaos!"

Footage of the fight is shown on screen, there's debris and bodies littering the ground. The two overlords are ways away but still visible for the viewers. There's tendrils and wires destroying everything in its way.

"No one knows what the reason for this fight was, but who cares!? We're getting views!", Katie says.

Something is flung towards the camera and the feed goes out, turning the screen into static.

"Looks like we'll have to check in later with our copter camera!", Tom declares.

"Up next, It's Dahm Good with Jeffery! Showing us what body parts will give you the proper nutrients!", Katie shoves Tom to the side, sending him flying. "All that and more after the break!", she finishes, throwing her mug at Tom.

"You tacky piece of shit!", Alastor growls, using a tendril to hurl a large piece of debris at Vox.

Earlier, before the fight had started, the red dressed demon had begun breaking the studio building and wanted to do it live. So he summoned his cane, placing it just behind him to broadcast and possibly record for you to listen later. However Vox quickly put a stop to that by summoning up wires to toss whatever he could to injure his rival, breaking the microphone in the process.

"Tacky!?", Vox shouts offended, barely dodging the piece of cement. "At least I don't look like something in a antique store!"

"Antiques are treasured.", he hisses, opening up a portal behind the t.v. demon. "Not like some shitty television that can be tossed out."

Alastor's smile widens as a tendril comes up and latches on his rival's arm from the portal, yanking him back.

Vox's screen cracks on the ground, a corner breaking off completely.

Music to the Radio Demon's ears as the arm twists, breaking in half revealing wires, metal, and sparks.

"Two can play that game!", Vox shouts, sending wires to shoot towards Alastor.

He's able to dodge most of them, but a small one manages to wrap around his neck, tightening as it sends a surge of electricity.

The T.V. demon's screen flickers. Vox scowls as he feels himself start to shut down.

With one last effort, he has the wire around his rival's neck send another shock, worse than the one before.

Blood gushes out of Alastor's mouth. He chuckles, his voice distorted with heavy radio static as he disappears through the shadows.

Leaving Vox lying on the ground with a cracked screen and a twisted arm.

You were sitting at the bar after waking up from a long nap, sipping the drink you had with a silly straw and kicking your feet like a kid. Husk had a little t.v. at the corner of the bar, made to stay out of Vox's range.

"Ah fuck.", the cat demon grumbles as the news takes over his show.

"We are back to take a look at the Overlord battle! It seems like it finished not too long ago! The Radio Demon is nowhere to be seen but Vox is still in the area.", the skinny blonde says with a sickeningly wide smile. "We'll get more details soon! Our next story-!"

Husk changes the channel with a huff. "Annoying bitch.", he grumbles.

"Fight? Since when?", you ask and look at Husk confused.

"Don't look at me, I don't know shit.", he says and opens a bottle of booze.

Feeling worried, you decide to pay a visit to Alastor's radio tower in the colony.

"Alastor?", you call out once entering the building, walking up the stairs to get to his recording room.

After looking around, you find that its empty and take a moment to think of where else your friend could be.

The basement?

With a shrug, you start going down stairs and go through the back door that leads to the hallway. You hear a familiar sound and go down the hall, opening the basement door. Making your way down some more stairs and over to the sounds of crackling static.

"Al?", you call out.

There's a flash of red to your left. Looking over, you see Alastor holding his neck and kneeling on the floor, almost gasping for breath.

"Oh shit, Al!", you run over and slide on your knees to get to him. "What happened?", you ask now in front of him.

There's blood dripping from his mouth, his eyes still radio dials.

"Can you talk?", you ask, carefully placing your hand on his cheek to wipe away some blood splatter.

He tries to speak, but grumbling static cuts through and he coughs up blood.

You quickly shush him. "Let's get you cleaned up."

Dragging a tall cannibalistic demon to his room was not what you had planned today but you could make an acception. His eyes slowly go back to normal, now looking exhausted.

"Upsy-daisy", you say as you lift him up a bit and place him on the couch.

Al? Can you hear me? You ask, trying to talk in the head space.

Its mostly for long distance communication but it works well for any situation, something you both agreed upon when going over the details of the deal.

He doesn't respond, instead turning his head away from you. You feel him block you out, very much like closing the door in your face.

"Fine, you don't have to talk that way. How about your microphone, hm? I'm sure he'll speak to me.", you ask, placing your hands on your hips.

Alastor cringes, his smile forced. With a wave of his hand, the microphone appears.

In half.

"......", you're in shock like surprised pikachu as you hold the poor broken cane. "What the fuck!? How-! Wha-", you look down at Mic's closed eye and back at Alastor.

He still won't look at you.

You've been taking care of him for a while now.

Making him food easy to eat, taking over most of the weird chores, and playing music in the recording room to make it seem like all was fine.

Fixing Mic was a little tricky but you got it after a good two weeks. The cane soon took the radio broadcasting from your hands.

Alastor...was still upset, he hadn't tried to speak to you through your shared mind link or Mic.

You were done and you were going to kick that damn "door" down. Sitting down across from him at the end of his bed, you cross your arms and look right at him laying in bed.

Friendship therapy bitch! You broke down the door.

He turned his head to look at you in surprise, as if he didn't think you'd be able to do that.

I've spent years disassociating in my head, it should not be a surprise. You wear a straight face.

Get out. He sighs and looks away.

No, you need to talk to me and I'm not leaving until you do. You frown.

I have nothing to tell you. He furrows his brows.

Bullshit. You huff.

What do you want me to say? Alastor turns to look at you. I failed to get rid of that scum? That I couldn't rip him to shreds because losing my voice was worse than anything else? That I'm too weak because of backing out for that reason!?

"You are not weak.", you say out loud. "Your voice is part of your power and its completely understandable why you left."

He rolls his eyes and looks away from you again.

Your frown deepens. "Vox hasn't made any appearances since that fight."

Alastor perks up at that, looking at you with interest.

"Oh, now you listen?", you let a smile slip. "He hasn't shown up in any talk show's, at clubs..", you begin to laugh and cover your mouth.

He starts to smile genuinely.

"When 666 news asked for an interview, you could easily tell it was a prerecorded voice to answer questions...pfft! You could hear Velvette and Valentino fighting over which buttons were the right ones to press! Hahahaha!", you laugh loudly, not being able to contain it for much longer.

His shoulders shake as he silently laughs along with you.

Thank you.

"No problem.", you say after finishing your last fit of giggles. "Just remember that I will kick that door down again if you don't talk to me when you clearly need to."

Noted.

Your friend could be an idiot sometimes, but you're an idiot too. So, whatever.

The title is perfect✨ Mwuah💋

~Seline, the person.

From the prompt-list: ✨here✨

An extra bit that's not in the story, just for fun:

Warning: suggestive

"So you're like his nurse?", Angel asks with a raised brow.

You were currently making soup, the easiest thing Alastor could eat with how badly his throat is damaged.

"Does that mean you wear the skimpy nurse outfit and do check ups?", the spider demon winks at the last part.

"Angel!", you gasp out, face flushed. "No! Bad!", you scold and whack him with a spoon.

"Ow! Hey!", he flinches away.

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liliannadelaphinehartifelt · 2 months

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Alastor - [ HEADCANON 2 ]

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[ SLIGHT NSFW ] + [ MDNI ]

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Alastor bites. Really bites. It’s to the point he draws blood then proceeds to lap it up just to feel you shiver. Of course you cry out in pain and tear up when he does this but the immediate urge to touch yourself also rises. The pain he inflicts stirs a heat in your core like no other which puts you on edge and fogs your head up with need. He’ll let you squirm against him, knowing you’re struggling between whining for more and making a run for it, but with his grip on your smaller body running from him is never an option.

Alastor tends to make you show off the love bites he’s left on your skin, going so far as to by dainty jewelry for you to wear that’ll draw other sinner’s attention while elegantly accentuating the healing wounds. He gets a shameless sense of pride seeing others marvel at what he’s done to you, every mark deterring demons from looking your way again, and adding to his territorial claim on your soul.

Alastor very rarely lets you mark him back, only allowing it when he’s feeling especially stressed, or is in great need of touch. More often than not you scatter little love bites across his chest or lower neck because he won’t allow you to venture anywhere else and couldn’t possibly let the rest of hell know he’s gifting a sweet thing like you a taste of his skin. He’s got an image to uphold and you don’t mind as long as you get slim opportunities to claim the radio demon as yours in private.

Alastor is no match for the sight of your little fangs. When you smile they’re shown off perfectly, biting your lip makes the small canines peek out, and worst of all is when you smile while licking them -right after killing too. Blood smeared on your plush lips and the tip of your tongue perfectly poised to lick it up….the view touches just the right nerve for the deer demon. He doesn’t know exactly what’s so attractive about seeing your delicate fangs on display but he finds himself thinking about it nonstop.

Alastor enjoys putting a genuine smile on your face. Whether that’s by killing, cooking, or performing any other acts of service for you. Doesn’t matter to him as long as you feel well cared for. He may own your soul and uses that to his advantage st times but to some degree you’re a companion and not just a servant to him. His most “prized possession” is how he’d describe you. He strives to make this obvious to you by never collaring or intimidating you with the threat of being dragged around with green chains if he’s irritated with something you’ve done or said. Instead, you’re given a ring/necklace that occasionally burns your skin as a warning from the radio demon if you are testing his patience or crossing a line he’s clearly drawn for you to follow. Husk is a bit jealous you get preferential treatment from the overload but what he doesn’t know is that your servitude to Alastor wasn’t entirely forced but rather agreed upon by you both.

Alastor’s ears are extremely sensitive. More often than not you can gauge his actual mood or reaction to things by the position of them. It’s a cute natural habit he doesn’t realize is so obvious but since you’re at his side a lot you pick up on the sign quickly. His smile is always present, shifting from menacing to genuine every so often, but the twitch of his ears says more than any expression he makes. The first time he let you touch them his entire body shuddered, visibly relaxing into your curled up form as the two of you laid in his bed, and for the first time he felt no urge to be restless in it.

Alastor doesn’t sleep but will lay with you if asked. Granted, he does secretly count the seconds until you tangle your body with his, reaching your soft hands up to gently pet his ears while humming some random tune you’d heard him sing earlier, but if you ask if he enjoys cuddling he’ll evade the question. “Rest, darling. Don’t concern yourself with me…”he hums into the crook of you neck before kissing your exposed skin. Yet, his ears lay flat as you gently scratch them, fluttering about when you giggle tiredly before whispering back “m’kay…”

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I wouldn’t call these cute headcanons but I wouldn’t say they’re wholesome either… ❤️

[ BOMUS CONTENT + ]

I mean it’s only a century or so…older is always better too ❤️ credit to creator…

#alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor headcanons #hazbin hotel alastor #human alastor #alastor fluff #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel headcanon #alastor hartfelt #alastor smut #hazbin alastor #hard thoughts #headcanon #alastor the radio demon #the radio demon #thoughts #writing prompt

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alberrizzsein · 14 days

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Beautiful Cannibal and Dirty Animal

In his confession, he revealed that he was drawn to her ability to command control, for he was a creature of darkness—a dangerous predator with an insatiable hunger for the life force of others. He consumed those around him to satiate his appetite for power and dominance. His admission painted a picture of a stunning, perilous being who lurks in the shadows, waiting to pound on his unsuspecting prey.

A beautiful cannibal.

Could she, too, be counted among the creatures that lurked in the shadows? Was she also a beast of the night, with powers beyond mortal understanding?

She couldn't help but feel that familiar sensation rising inside of her once again. It was as if a beast was clawing to be set free from its cage, and she could feel the heat of the burning fire deep within her. It was a feeling she knew all too well, and yet, each time it surfaced, it was just as intense as the first time. There was no escaping it, no denying it - it was part of her, and she had to deal with it. The sensation was exhilarating and terrifying simultaneously, and she knew she had to keep it contained before it consumed her entirely.

She was, in fact, a dirty little animal.

The comparison left her perplexed as she struggled to determine who was more dreadful. One was akin to a creature of the dark, with a sinister aura, a menacing presence, and an insatiable appetite for flesh, which would make one shudder with fear and disgust. But she couldn't help but feel a sense of security and comfort within the embrace of the dangerous creature and its shadows surrounding her.

Or, the dirty animal inside its cage was restless, emitting a low rumble that seemed to vibrate the air around her. She could feel the hum within her bones, her essence. Its powerful voice echoes through time and space, demanding release from its confines.

Dreadful creatures, aren't they?

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First — I love your work and your account! Your characterization is incredible and I really enjoy your style. Second — Radioapple prompt! I know its a common one in the fandom, but I love the concept of them dancing/getting to know each other through mutual love of music. Not too specific, but I think it definitely has room to be cute! <3

A major sacrifice

But clueless at the time

Enter, Caroline

Just trust me, you'll be fine

“What is that noise?”

Lucifer turned around warily. It was always good to be wary around Alastor. “Music.”

Alastor gave him a Look. It was his “Don’t Be An Obtuse Idiot” look, the one he saved just for Lucifer.

He sighed. “It’s a song. The humans come up with some interesting stuff when left to their own devices.” He waved to the radio sitting on his desk. “It took a bit of work, but I managed to figure out how to connect this old thing to some of Earth’s music stations.”

Alastor’s ears twitched, a surefire sign he was interested and trying not to show it. He lowered himself down onto the other side of the sofa, and they listened in silence together.

And when I'm back in Chicago, I feel it

Another version of me, I was in it

I wave goodbye to the end of beginning.

“I’ve never heard of these instruments,” Alastor mused.

“Synth? It’s a pretty new invention. I believe it was heavily popular around the 1980s, and it’s gone in and out of style since then. What do you think?”

“It doesn’t have as much soul as a good saxophone or a piano riff, but it’s not horrible.” Alastor admitted. “I don’t suppose humans on Earth still listen to singers like Ella Fitzgerald?”

“Hard to match a once-in-a-lifetime artist like Ella,” Lucifer remarked. Alastor snapped his fingers, his eyes gleaming with pure, genuine delight. It was rare to see him so excited about anything that didn’t have anything to do with blood or death, and Lucifer drank it in like a man dying of thirst.

“Exactly,” Alastor grinned. “I see you don’t have completely irredeemable taste in music.”

“She’s fantastic, but you will not believe some of the stuff they have up there now.”

Alastor glanced at him with poorly disguised interest. “You don’t say? Do you happen to listen to these stations quite often?”

“Every night.”

Alastor paused, as if weighing his next words. “Would you mind a little company?”

The smile that exploded from Lucifer was unexpected – but not unwanted. And that was how the king of Hell and the Radio Demon declared a truce every night, between the hours of 12 AM to 1 AM.

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“Boy, you’re in for a treat today,” Lucifer said as soon as Alastor walked in. “They’re playing electro swing on 58.3 The Breeze.”

Alastor furrowed his brow. “Electro…swing?” He shuddered. “Sounds positively horrid. Why ruin a perfectly good thing with extra noises?”

“Don’t be such a Debbie Downer,” Lucifer scowled. “Sit down, shut up, and give it a chance, will you?”

To his credit, Alastor did sit and shut up – for approximately ten seconds. Then he groaned. “This is a travesty. They’re calling this garbage swing?”

“Electro swing,” Lucifer corrected.

“No, no, enough of this swill.” Alastor snapped his fingers, and the song immediately cut off. “Let me show what true swing sounds like.”

A moment’s pause, then a new song came on the speakers.

Heaven, I'm in heaven

And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak…

Lucifer perked up. “This is…Louis Armstrong?” Just the sound of his voice brought back whispers of slower times, of smoky jazz clubs and whiskey in crystal glasses, of dreams laid out on silver screens. Suddenly, it was the 1950s again.

Alastor bowed and held out his hand, every move so darkly dashing it would make Fred Astaire weep with envy. But his eyes gleamed with challenge.

Dance with me? Asked Louis and Ella.

Spellbound, Lucifer took the devil’s hand. He placed the other on his shoulder hesitantly, but Alastor’s grip was strong and sure as he slowly led him around the room.

“I want my arms about you, the charms about you will carry me through,” Alastor hummed along. The old-fashioned words were perfect in his radio static, as if the song was made for the two of them, for this very moment.

Relax, you silly goose. He’s just singing the song. He’s not talking about you, Lucifer tried to reason with himself, but it was exceedingly difficult to think straight with Alastor’s face so very close. His voice – oddly lovely for a man who specialized in conducting screams – cast a spell over them. Time stopped. And Lucifer relaxed, letting Alastor’s song chase his worries away.

“Heaven, I’m in heaven!”

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And I don't want the world to see me

'Cause I don't think that they'd understand

When everything's made to be broken

I just want you to know who I am

“You’re listening to this again?”

Lucifer blushed and scrambled to change it to another station, but Alastor materialized in front of the radio and covered the fast forward button with his hand before he could get to it. Damn those tricksy shadows of his.

“I…I didn’t hear you come in.”

“Yes, that is one of the benefits of teleportation,” he said, as effortlessly smug as always.

“It’s not our usual time,” Lucifer frowned, peeking at the clock. 10 PM. Far too early for what was quickly becoming his favorite hour of the day, although he’d never admit it out loud.

“Well, I heard a cry for help coming from this room, so I thought I’d be a good neighbor and pop my head in,” Alastor said.

“Cry for help–” Lucifer started indignantly, but Alastor put a finger to his lips.

And the damn song was still playing.

So when everything feels like the movies

Yeah, you bleed just to know you're alive…

Lucifer turned so red his entire face resembled a tomato on fire. “I can listen to whatever I want during my private time,” he spluttered.

“That would be true, but I can hear your ‘private time’ from the other end of the hotel.” Alastor sighed, as if no one else in the history of the world had ever experienced the pain of a noisy neighbor. “So I decided to check on you, just to make sure you hadn’t fully devolved into an angsty child.”

“It’s silly, I know, but sometimes listening to this stuff makes me feel…like I’m not so alone,” Lucifer admitted, not quite able to look the demon in the eye. “It’s been a tough couple of years.” Tough couple of hundred years, but who’s counting?

Alastor didn’t say anything, but he didn’t leave either. Eventually, they turned the radio to another station – Billboard Top 100s, this time – and Alastor’s horrified face at “Think U The Shit (Fart)” made Lucifer laugh so hard water came out of his nose.

He completely forgot about his depression. At least for the rest of the night. And that was enough. That was more than Lucifer had had in a long time.

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The next day, Lucifer came back to his room to find an old-fashioned ‘30s vinyl record player perched on his desk. A vinyl had already been set up, its arm perched delicately halfway through a song, ready for Lucifer to hit Play.

Attached to it was a note.

As a thank you for all the new music. -A.

So Lucifer hit Play.

Immediately, the swing of the sax and Ella’s clear, dulcet tones filtered through the speakers.

Blue days

All of them gone

Nothing but blue skies

From now on

I never saw the sun shining so bright

Never saw things going oh-so right

Noticing the days hurrying by

The record stopped there, as abruptly as if the entire track had been magically wiped. No matter how many times he tried to reset it and play it again, that was the only verse on the record.

It didn’t matter. Had Alastor forgotten how ancient he truly was? Lucifer had been around for the dinosaurs, the age of ice, man’s first cities, and the launch to the moon. He remembered the greats, because that was his job. He was to live, and he was to bear witness.

He knew the rest of the song, even if Alastor had gone to such great lengths to erase it.

Noticing the days hurrying by

When you're in love, my how they fly…

He smiled. And he sang along, letting the vinyl spin and spin until the words themselves were nothing but senseless sounds and only Alastor’s promise remained.

“Blue days, all of them gone. Nothing but blue skies, from now on…”

#hazbin hotel #radioapple #duckiedeer #hazbin hotel lucifer #alastor #alastor x lucifer #asks #prompts #on that note this post is definitely OOC on Alastor's part but fuck it sometimes i just wanna write something cute SUE ME #this is an ella fitzgerald appreciation post #also I’m terrible at music would appreciate song recs

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